Whoo hoo! Great job, everyone. I already see a lot of contenders and will get crackin’ on choosing the winner. In the meantime, pick your toes, resume Christmas shopping, work, eat, nap, and give yourself a parrafin hand treatment. I’ll be back tonight when I announce the winner.

This photo needs a name. It’s a portrait of my nephew, Big Guy, and it’s always been one of my favorites. I think it really captures his personality and besides that, I just love the kid. Even though he’s really, really bossy and steals my keys.

To enter this impromptu contest, leave your suggested photo title in the Comments section of this post. One entry per person, please. Contest will end at 2:00 pm Central Time! I wanted to switch things up by a) Posting the photo a little later for my West Coast friends who sometimes seem to get beat by the early worms in the east, and b) Making the duration for this particular contest SHORT! It’ll be interesting to see how clever everyone can get in this brief amount of time. (Something tells me you’ll find a way…)Winner will be announced TONIGHT!

This is the third in a series of contests leading up to Christmas, and boy are my retinas tired! By the time the fourth contest is complete, you’ll all likely feel like the kid who was caught smoking. Remember him? To punish him for his mistake, his dad locked him in a closet and forced him to smoke the entire pack of cigarettes before he came out. He did, and the kid never, ever wanted to see another cigarette the rest of his life. It’s kinda like that here, except I didn’t catch you smoking. And I don’t really need to cure you of anything. And heck, the contests can be quite fun if you really think about it. And hey, there’s a prize at the end! So never mind on that kid-caught-smoking analogy. It was a fleeting brain freeze, brought about by the below-freezing temperatures outside. And my doughnut debacle yesterday.

The purpose of these pre-Christmas contests is to thank you for being such great readers and pals, to put you in the Christmas spirit, to give myself the chance to bask in your creativity for a few hours, and to make the Christmas load a tiny bit lighter for the contest winners. And since Amazon.com is always such a Christmas shopping lifesaver for this isolated and now home-bound-by-ice Pioneer Woman, today’s winner will receive a $500 Amazon.com gift certficate! Just think of the damage you’ll do.

So go forth and Give That Photo a Name! And hurry up about it. Time’s a wastin’!

Sarah On Monday, December 10 at 11:58 am

Bonster On Monday, December 10 at 11:58 am

If you are not familiar or recall the nursery rhyme Saturday’s child works hard for a living.

78

JK On Monday, December 10 at 11:58 am

Cowboy Up (in training)

79

Annabet On Monday, December 10 at 11:58 am

Denim Dude

80

JMac On Monday, December 10 at 11:59 am

Lone Wolf

81

Dee On Monday, December 10 at 11:59 am

Ear Flopping Cowboy
Dee

82

sara On Monday, December 10 at 11:59 am

Simple strength.

83

Woodlandqueen On Monday, December 10 at 11:59 am

“go Ridin’ young Cowboy…”

Chris LeDoux – Go Riding Young Cowboy

He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number four
The young cowboys were laughin’ at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore
Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the glory he surely had seen
And the beard that showed neath his old John B was wirey silver sheen
With a plug in his lip from his back pocket rip and his faded old denim jeans blue
Where a halo show white like a moon in the night
Was a hole where his snoozed worn through
He spat in the dust and he bitterly cussed as the bull tried to tear down the chute
Then he looked up at me with a gleam in his eye
And he placed his old hand on my boot
He said you’ll ride this old bull on your worst ever day
With your hind leg chained to a tree
As I am made ready to concur the brute here’s an old song my old man sang to me
Go ridin’ young cowboy go winnin’ and goin’ out boy
Don’t let him put you on the ground
Go spur him young cowboy de fur him riding out boy
Show ‘em that your Oklahoma bound

Well I marked eighty points and I won me the round
The fans in the stands went plum wild
Well I could see my old daddy just a dancin’ a jig
Well I looked up to the Lord and I smiled
I said thanks for my good arm and thanks for my luck
And thanks that I’m still fit and young
But thanks most of all for them old bulls that buck
For my dad and the song that he sung
Go ridin’ young cowboy…

Well I’ve been down the road many miles since that day
Things ain’t changed much since I’ve begun
I still think of my dad when I’m ropin’ one up and I sing his song to my son
Go ridin’ young cowboy…
Go ridin’ young cowboy…